Chapter 2- Customer:
Third Person:
It has been a month since Loki started out with his rather new job. People around town have gotten used to him- to Author King. They were used to him working at the bookstore- the best bookstore in town. They were used to his tricks- the way he misguide people. They were used to use rudeness and coldness at times. They were used to him. They may not like him that much- but they could tolerate him. It seemed that he, himself, tends to tolerate them as well. Though, he was known to purposely misguide you repeatedly if you are too annoying to him. However, Ms. Lavender- the elderly widow who owned the shop- tends to tolerate him and even seems to admire him to a degree. Understandable, since they both have a short temperament and are rather stubborn.
Soro sat across from her friend at the small café on the table outside. Her friend, Sarah, was almost a complete opposite to Soro. Sarah was bright- with blonde hair and natural highlights, bright green eyes, and always wearing bright clothing- like today, she was wearing jeans, a bright yellow long-sleeved top, and had a green handbag. She was a total polar opposite to Soro. Soro had dark red hair, blue eyes, and was wearing a black skirt (despite it being near winter) and a dark purple turtleneck. Sarah wore makeup- but Soro had a naturally beauty (that she would, of course, deny). The most opposite thing about them was their personalities. Soro was a trickster- she would play with people's head and sometimes steal wallets when it suited her. Sarah was a goody-goody, always doing the best for people. Yet, the two women in their twenties were best friends- and have been for years.
"So, have you seen the new guy? He's pretty hot."
Soro rolled her eyes at her friend.
"I think I saw him once, months ago…"
Sarah stared at her with wide eyes,
"How could you not see him?! He's the talk of the town. He works at the bookstore."
"You mean Lavender's place?"
Sarah rolled her eyes,
"Of course! His name's Author King or something. He has hair to die for!"
Soro sighed,
"I do not see how you get so into guys, Sarah."
"I don't see how you can't! You're single, and should mingle!"
Soro put her tea down on the table,
"I would rather not mingle. People are barely tolerable."
Sarah's eyes twinkled,
"He's like you."
Soro blinked,
"Pardon?"
"He only tolerates people without actually liking them. People who annoy him, he plays mind games and misguide them."
Soro smiled slightly,
"Perhaps he may be slightly more tolerable."
Sarah groaned,
"You are so stubborn! Why won't you let me hook you up with someone?!"
Soro narrowed her eyes,
"Maybe because of what happens every time you do."
Sarah winced,
"Okay, ouch. I get it."
Soro nodded curtly then sighed,
"I have to go."
She smiled slightly at her friend and left.
A while later, Soro stared at the bookshop. Should she enter it? Should she not? She sighed as the bell to the bookshop rung. The smell of old books greeted her and the smell of something else. She turned to see a man that she barely recognized as that guy that stared at her last month when she was dancing. He smirked and she smirked back. Then, she turned her attention to the books. She barely heard the chime of a bell, the signal that the door had been opened. Another man walked in. He was tall and handsome- nice brown hair, bright blue eyes, and wearing a suit.
The man, a Mr. Edmond, spotted Soro and he went over.
"Soro," he said with a charming smile, "how nice to have run into you here."
Loki- or rather Author King- rolled his eyes at the petty human interactions. Soro, however, looked annoyed. She hid the annoyance with a smile.
"Tom," she said, "how nice to see you as well. What book are you here for? Anything in mind," she flipped her hair, "I do come here a lot."
'Author' looked annoyed, more human interactions, how disgusting. Miss Lavender, the elderly owner, came over to stand by 'Author.' She nudged him and winked,
"Now, you can see another trickster at work, young man," she whispered.
'Author' wondered what the 'old hag' meant. He scowled and decided to watch the two foolish humans to see what would conspire next. Tom Edmond looked at Soro with a flirty look in his eyes. Soro briefly winced, and then replaced it with a smile.
"Well," he said, "I am looking for a rather interesting romance."
Soro smirked and reached for a book beside him, brushing against him gently.
"I do believe that this one is a great romance."
Tom didn't even look at the title as he winked.
"May I get your number before I leave," he asked smoothly. She winked and took a pen off a shelf nearby. She wrote a number on his hand. He raised an eyebrow,
"I hope it's a real number this time," he said accusingly. Soro looked shocked and looked at him with wide eyes,
"Why would I trick you? I can guarantee that is a real number."
He handed Ms. Lavender the money as he left, sending yet another wink. Ms. Lavender shook her head,
"Soro, you should know better than that."
"In my defense," Soro said, "I happen to think that Stephen King'sbooks could be very romantic if given the chance."
'Author' raised an eyebrow, she manipulated him to give false accusations…Soro's eyes gleamed with mischief as she chuckled lightly,
"I did give him a real number- like I said…it just wasn't my number."
"Anything else to add," Lavender said with a raised, gray, eyebrow. Soro smirked and tossed an object to the elderly woman,
"Nothing important, but be sure to give that to him."
'Author's eyes gleamed, ah the little fox thief strikes again.